On the shores of the river Styx The desert wind blows fierce In this land forgotten lies echo in the tombs A dark priest emerges from the stone Preaching the word of set On a cloudless night he burns his word upon the earth They speak of him in whispers Protector of the black ring Worshiping the god of storms A life born in destitution Abuse and greed Now holds the power of Acheron Priest of Stygia A silhouette in the moonlight Being tested by the serpent god A vision in the night Using power stolen From a long lost kingdom On the steps of this crumbled tomb A serpent rises One last breath from a priest at his very end The blade cuts deep and sends him to the after world On a cloudless night he spills his blood upon the earth They speak of him in whispers Protector of the black ring Worshiping the god of storms A life born in destitution Abuse and greed Now holds the power of Acheron